I walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High School. Beside me people were talking; they all knew each other already. Of course I had to be new here at the most inconvenient time. Of course my parents had to move me to a town with a pack of werewolves and Hunters. I'd probably be fine as far as the Hunters go, but I'd never met any werewolves before.
My people had always had an unbroken truce with the Hunters. If they needed help we were always there, and if we were being killed by humans, Hunters, who tend have high standings in government, would help us out.
I looked at my schedule; I had chemistry next. I looked to my right and at a classroom that was already filling up with people. I walked in, the teacher looking up as I did, "Ah, you must be Maria. I'm Mr. Harris. It says you came from New Mexico," I nodded, "And you are a straight A student. Hopefully you'll be able to make these idiots smarter." He spoke louder when he said the second to last word.
He handed me a piece of paper. "You're sitting next to that inbred moron. Hopefully your intelligence can rub off on him, though I doubt it." He pointed to a boy with brown hair and eyes and a dopey expression on his face. He was yelling over to a pretty redhead two tables across the room.
I sat down next to him. He looked over and when he did I smiled. Thankfully he returned the smile, "I'm Stiles."
"I'm Maria Geheimnisvol."
"What kind of name is that?"
"It's German," I answered. I had to deal with a lot of questions like that. I looked Greek or Spanish, but no, I had to have the weirdest last name ever. Though Stiles, was a little bit strange for a first name.
Harris got up from his desk and began writing on the board. It read Evaporation of Soluble Sodium Chloride. "Okay, take out your books and follow the instructions."
I reached under my desk, as did Stiles, and found the page with the experiment on it. I read it, and it was very simple. "Okay, go get sodium chloride." Stiles got up and walked over to the closet of chemicals. I filled up the beaker with water. He came back with a container full of a white powder.
It looked slightly off, but I didn't think much of it. He glanced down at his book and took off the lid of the container. He measured out twelve millimeters of it and started pouring the powder into the water. I briefly looked at the container out of the corner of my eyes.
Cyanide salt.
It barely registered it my mind, but I knew it was not what I had asked Stiles for. Before I could even think I was waving my hand, blowing a strong gust of air upwards, stopping the cyanide in midair. I never would've risked something like that under normal circumstances, but if I hadn't then the cyanide and the water would have mixed and reacted, there would have been toxic gases.
Stiles gave me the most incredulous look. "What was that?"
The bell rang. I jumped out of my seat and ran down the hall, praying my next class would not be with him. I hoped that he would forget and let it go, but no one ever let it go.